I’d participate more,
If it wasn’t for my people.
They follow as if they know.
When they care,
numerically, it shows.
Likes, dings, streaks,
quantity you know.
My eyes always swiping,
Looking to convey my deepest throws.
Wish I was, who I was,
someone who knows.
It’s ok. Every last ounce of wit.
If life ignores, my feed will get.